Night Moves · аккорды на гитаре · текст песни

I was a little too tall

Could've used a few pounds

Tight pants points hardly renown

She was a black haired beauty with big dark eyes

And points all her own sitting way up high

Way up firm and high

Out past the cornfields where the woods got heavy

Out in the backseat of my '60 Chevy

Workin on mysteries without any clues

Workin on our night moves

Tryin to make some front page drive-in news

Workin on our night moves

In the summertime

In the sweet summertime

We weren't in love, oh no, far from it

We weren't searchin' for some pie in the sky summit

We were just young and restless and bored

Livin' by the sword

And we'd steal away every chance we could

To the backroom, to the alley or the trusty woods

I used her, she used me

But neither one cared

We were getting our share

Workin on our night moves

Tryin to lose the awkward teenage blues

Workin on our night moves

And it was summertime

Sweet summertime, summertime

Ohhh, the wonder

We felt the lightning

And we waited on the thunder

Waited on the thunder

I awoke last night to the sound of thunder

How far off I sat and wondered

Started humming a song from 1962

Ain't it funny how the night moves

When you just don't seem to have as much to lose

Strange how the night moves

With autumn closing in

Mm. Night Moves Mm.

Night Moves

Night Moves Yeah

I sure remember the night moves

In the morning, I remember.

Funny how you remember.

I remember, I remember, I remember, I remember Oh, oh, Oh

Keep it workin',

workin' and practicin'. Workin' and practicin'

all of the night moves,

Night Moves Oh.

I remember, yeah, yeah, yeah, I remember Ooh.

I remember, Lord, I remember, Lord, I remember, Oh

Ooooooooooh

Oh Yeah

Uh huh

Uh huh

I remember, I remember